Bedtime Story (Mg, inc, ped) by this guy (this.guy20@gmail.com) Summary: A good father reads a bedtime story to his young daughter… “What story do you want me to read to you tonight?” I asked as I followed my daughter into her bedroom. “Uhm…” she began to say as she pulled her shirt over her head. Once her shirt was fully off she continued speaking, “How about ‘Zippy Zebra’?” “’Zippy Zebra’? Didn’t we read that last night?” I asked. “Oh, yeah…” she replied as she unbuttoned then pulled her jeans down. Stepping out of her jeans, my daughter suggested, “How about ‘Hopping Hamster’?” “No,” said while shaking my head, “We took that back to the library last week.” “Oh…” she mused as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. “How about ‘Harry Plopper and Fat Mans Donut’?” I offered, while my daughter was stepping out of her panties. “No that’s too long,” she half complained. “Hmm…good point…” I took a breath while thinking for a moment before a magazine on the shelf caught my eye. Picking up the magazine I read the cover “Tween Magazine?” “Uhm…yeah, okay,” the naked young girl gleefully replied before grabbing her nighty. She quickly pulled her nighty over her head and let it fall down over her nude body. Turning towards her bed, I saw that my daughter had already pulled the covers down and was in the process of climbing up on to her bed. I quickly made my way across the room; sat the book on the nightstand and sat on my daughter’s bed. Per our usual ‘bedtime story’ arrangement; I moved to the center of the bed and layed on my back. As usual, my daughter reached over and opened the front of my bathrobe. My hard adult cock immediately rose out through the opening in the fabric. Seconds later, after a bit of quick movements on my daughter’s part; she was sitting on my lower belly. She lifted her cute round little-girl butt up off my belly and scooted down my body until the tip of my fully hard adult cock was bumping against her little-girl crotch. Using my left hand, I steadied my cock as my daughter positioned tip of my cock at the very center of the tight ring along the outer opening of her sex-hole. Then, with our respective sex-parts in the right places, she began to lower her small body down: the head of my cock slipping into and forcing open the tight outer-ring of her prepubescent sex-hole. She continued slowly moving her young body down: impaling her tight little-girl cunt on my cock; as usual, there was the minor hint of pain as my hard adult dick stretched her immature pussy walls to, if not beyond, what should have been their limits. About twenty seconds after the tip of my hard adult cock began spreading the tight outer-ring of her vaginal opening, the tip of my cock bumped up against my daughter’s little-girl cervix; and she stopped moving. The half of my cock which was being squeezed by my daughter’s warm wet sucking hole felt incredible. The other half of my shaft, however, was beginning to feel cold thanks to the cool evening air. “It’s not all the way in and I can’t read you a bedtime story if it isn’t all the way in,” I half teased. “I know Daddy,” she replied in a fairly flat tone. After taking a deep breath, the young girl dropped all of her weight down onto my dick. For a couple seconds the entire thirty-seven pounds my daughter weighed was being supported by the tip of my cock: and man was that painful. But as we had previously discovered, that pressure was too much for the exceedingly tight ring of her little-girl cervix to resist. In short order, it snapped open: the head of my cock squeezing through its tight confines followed by a couple inches of my shaft. With the head and first couple inches of my cock safely nestled inside my daughter’s little-girl womb, I opened the magazine I was going to read to her to a random page. “The “Do”s and Don’t”s of Being a Cool Kid” I read the title of the article out loud. “Yeah, read that,” my daughter energetically chirped. Despite the strange title, I began reading the article. “In these days of constant connectivity and instantaneous updates the social hierarchy is more prevalent than ever on the schoolyard. The kids who are at the bottom of the heap are the ones who get bullied…become junkies…and even commit suicide: nobody wants to be one of those kids!” WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?! I stopped reading. For several second the words I had just read held me in a silent stupor. I was only pulled out of that questionably conscious state by my young daughter say, “Keep reading Daddy.” Without really thinking, I continued reading. “If any of the following describes you, you can stop reading now as you don’t have anything to worry about; --- The smartest kid in your entire grade, --- One of the five best athletes in your entire grade, --- A major celebrity in your own right, --- Have a last name that is a common term for a sex act” OKAY, that was less bad than the beginning of the article…and my daughter definitely didn’t qualify as meeting any of those criteria. So I continued reading, “Otherwise, read on, follow this advice and you’ll be moving up the social ladder in no time.” I paused for a second to take a breath before continuing to read, “There are many activities that all kids, regardless of their position in the social hierarchy, participate in. Kids are not judged on whether or not they participate in these activities; but rather, on how they execute these activities. Such activities include; --- Riding a bicycle --- Riding a skateboard --- Having sex --- Sexting --- Viewing pornography --- Masturbating” OKAY, I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE READING THIS TO MY DAUGHTER. “I like riding a bicycle,” my young daughter chirped. And you like sex too, I silently thought before continuing to read, “The vast majority of cool kids participate in some combination of the following activities; --- Smoking cigarettes everyday --- Drinking alcohol more than three times each and every week --- Peeing their pants a few times per month --- Making themselves puke (frequently as a participant of a “puke party”) --- Cross-dressing --- Sneaking out after bedtime” WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?! “I never did any of those things,” my young daughter commented. Despite thinking it was a bad idea, I continued reading the article out loud, “The vast majority of cool kids differentiate themselves from those at the bottom of the social hierarchy by executing the following activities in the following ways; --- When riding a bicycle or skateboard; they keep their eyes closed --- When riding a bicycle or skateboard; they don’t wear a helmet --- When having sex; they don’t use condoms --- When having sex; they have multiple partners (frequently as a participant of a “sex party” or “rainbow party”) --- When having sex; they don’t limit themselves to one gender --- When having sex; they don’t limit themselves to people they already know --- When sexting; they include their face in any nude pics they send to others --- When sexting; they forward things they’ve received to their friends --- When sexting; they post juicy pics and vids on social media --- When viewing pornography; they are in the company of others --- When masturbating; they don’t try to hide what they are doing --- When masturbating; they have no problem being in full view of family, friends, or strangers --- When masturbating; they encourage any younger kids who might be nearby to watch them” GOOD FUCKING GOD!??!?!?!?! Strange as it might seem, reading such a clearly fucked up article to my young daughter was turning me on more than having the entire length of my larger than average adult cock buried to the hilt in her very tight, pre-pubescent little-girl cunt. Feeling a large glob of pre-cum ooze out of the little hole at the tip of my cock; there was no way I could stop reading now. So I continued reading, “Un-cool kids, the ones who are at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, participate in some combination the following activities (so it is best to avoid doing them ever, if at all possible); --- Wearing underwear --- Wearing socks --- Take virginity pledges --- Attend religious services --- Eating breakfast” DAMN!...!...! “I don’t wanna be an un-cool kid Daddy,” my young daughter commented. “Unh-huh,” was all I could manage to respond. “I don’t wanna wear socks of underpants again,” my daughter continued her thought. “okay, you don’t have to,” I heard myself say as another large glob of pre-cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my cock. I promptly turned the page. It was a full-page ad for one of those semi-sleaze teenie-bopper movies “See Emma Lee in her first leading role” I read the words across the top of the page out loud. Seeing the photo of the innocent yet alluring preteen starlet wearing a schoolgirl outfit which filled most of the page put me over the edge. My butt cheeks tightened under me, then my hair balls drew up. An instant later my large than average cock began throbbing as the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my shaft. I didn’t even have a moment to take a breath before my cock erupted: spewing the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum into the deepest recesses of my young daughter’s immature little-girl womb. A second big spurt followed, as did a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh, and then an eighth. “I feel really full,” my young daughter commented. “Unh-huh,” I gasped as my orgasm began to die down. I took a couple quick deep breaths before saying, “Daddy shot a really big load in you tonight.” I could practically hear the energy of my daughter’s beaming smile radiating through the room as my larger than average cock began to soften inside her cum-filled pre-pubescent cunt. After several seconds of thinking about absolutely nothing, my cock had mostly returned to its regular flaccid state; making it small enough to be easily withdrawn from my young daughter’s little-girl cunt. “Time to get some sleep,” I said. An instant the young girl was lifting her small body up and off my almost completely flaccid cock. She easily slid off my body and slipped her bare feet under the covers. Getting up off my daughter’s bed, I pulled my bathrobe closed before pulling the cover up to the middle of my daughter’s completely flat little-girl chest. “That was a really big load Daddy shot in you, make sure none leaks out and stains the sheets,” I reminded the young girl before kidding her on the forehead. “Right,” she responded. I watched the surface of the covers shift somewhat as the young girl moved her legs tightly together before returning the magazine to the shelf where I gotten it. As I was leaving my daughter’s bedroom, I stopped at the door and said, “Goodnight sweetheart.” After she’d replied, “Goodnight Daddy,” I turned off the light, stepped out of her bedroom, and closed the door behind me.